Come, meet.

 

Come, meet me, wise man.
Find those stories I’ve lost to time.
Bring them to me when you come.
Bring them neatly wrapped with your care.
Open them for me;
unfold it slowly.
I’ll marvel when you weave tidbits together
to reveal worlds with your proud words.
Do that trick you do!
Create cheer
Make magic
with humble paper.

Come, meet me,
to speak to me about
these struggling guitar strings,
those shredded frogs in delicious meals,
that callous fact pointlessness is.
Come, meet me,
to show me why it shouldn’t matter to me.

Come, meet me,
and read to me poems
of unevolved tadpoles and love,
of complaining grief and love,
of telling times and love.
Come, meet me,
and show me how it does matter to me.

Come, meet me, wise man.
Share with me your joy.
Give me your advice.
Do that trick you do.
But don’t take back your poems.
Make magic with paper instead.

 

Paper Tiger

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